We all thought that this yellow-skinned Asian was probably the bamboo pole that had been secretly working against us, and that the golden scepter, which was useless in the eyes of the Cremo people, might be of great use to him, and Shirley Yang must have been in the jungle after chasing the murderer all the way.

Four Eyes asked me what I was going to do next, and I said firmly, "There are still a lot of secrets in the Hundred Ghost Pit, I want to go down and take a look for myself, you don't have to take any risks-

The others vetoed me in unison, and the fat man said: "Old Hu, you are very cunning, and you want to kick your brothers when you have money, but there is no door - the remaining three people have agreed, so I have to agree to go together, but every qiē is the old rule: listen to me."

Adong really didn't want to be our guide, so the bald lady gave him some medicine and told him to go back to the village of Titama. The fat man had a bad look, and grabbed the chief, and said, "This boy is a local, and it would be a good idea to let him show us the way—I thought—that although we were only a few days away from the Devil's Bridge, and that the bamboo pole was one step ahead of us, it would not be a bad thing to take him with us, so the two of them pretended to be intimidating, and carried the Mask Chief to the Malik's lair."

When I entered the Witch Doctor Mass Tomb again, my mood was very different from before. Previously, we were in the mood to visit this place to leave a memory in a foreign tomb; Now, we know the real reason for the change after the death of the Cremo people, and we can't help but have a fear in our hearts, they are also gold touchers, tomb robbers, what kind of encounter did the group of gold diggers at the end of the Qing Dynasty fall into such a desolate end that people are not like people and ghosts, not only ruined their own lives but also harmed their descendants, and ruined the fortune and wealth of future generations.

We were a group of five and forced the chief of the Cremo people to the bottleneck hole. There was a wound on the bald head, and I was reluctant to let him go into the hole, but this hard-tempered man and I were anxiously red-eyed, and I had to follow down to block the knife for his eldest young master. The fat man said: "You dog-legged mentality, when you are dying, you are still thinking about your master-bald scoop is noncommittal, cheers up, endures the pain and follows the team." I know in my heart that he did this not because of how loyal he was to Wang Qingzheng, but because he was unwilling to live up to the trust of the old man of the Wang family, Wang Puren, the king of heaven.

The Mask Chief was sandwiched between me and the fat man in the middle of the line, and several times he tried to take the opportunity to break his shell, but the bald scoop blocked him with the barrel of his gun. I comforted him and said, "After we get out of the cave, we don't need you to do anything, you just need to stand on the side and don't touch it everywhere - the bald lady translated my words, and the mask chief's face turned pale when he heard it, and I guess he must have added a few cruel jokes to bluff the chief, and I don't want to interfere with him." I just hope that this trip can find out the truth and bring everyone out of the hundred ghost pits safely.

As soon as they fell to the bottom of the cave, Wang Shaohe lit the sheep dung torch we had prepared in advance and inserted it in the center of the cave. The Witch Doctor's Tomb is narrow and wide at the top, and the air circulation is not good, so I was worried that the oxygen would be consumed too quickly, so I only prepared two torches when I was on the top. The fat man took out half of the candle from his bag and said to me: "The old wax of the beehive in the forest, I asked the wild man to scrape it from the honeycomb, the wick is screwed with hay, it is better than nothing, you can make do with it, old Hu!" -I took the candle that the fat man had carefully prepared, and borrowed a little bit of tinder from the torch, and the honeycomb wax suddenly rose with white smoke, and the small flame trembled and burned.

I placed half of the candle in the southeast corner of the Witch Doctor's tomb and said, "Although there is a suspicion of formalism, the rules of the ancestors have been established, so let's just do it." Our etiquette has arrived, and if there is a mess later, we will naturally ignore the loss-

Four eyes looked at the old witch doctor's parchment scroll, looked around the four walls of the tomb, and said to me: "The file only roughly records the location of the 'Hundred Ghost Pit', which can basically be concluded to be in this place under our feet, but where is the entrance and how to enter, the old witch doctor did not record it, we are like thieves who can't find the gate, and we miss it in vain-

I said, "There is no such thing as death in the concept of the Hindus, they think that after the physical death, the soul is out of the body to start the next life. So there must be feng shui, and I haven't seen them throw their corpses in the field and let them rot. We can only deduce the style of the Witch Doctor's Tomb by relying on the pattern of the Hundred Ghost Pits, and then penetrate through the Witch Doctor's Tomb. It's like playing a game of blind chess - I say this on the one hand to cheer everyone up and let them know the bottom of their minds, and on the other hand, I am also sorting out the whole thing for myself. Using the "Sixteen Character Feng Shui Secret Technique" on the foreigner's place to look at the acupoints, that is the rooster laying eggs - something that has not happened since ancient times. Not only me, but also from afar, it is estimated that Zhang Sanzi, who hangs three talismans alone, has never had such an opportunity, I rolled up my sleeves, stood at the entrance of the cave, and looked up at the starry sky: "The geographical conditions of the southern hemisphere and the northern hemisphere are different, and the terrain, water flow, and wind direction are not accurate. Only rely on the stars on the canopy to locate - sixteen characters in the secret art of feng shui, the first to recommend a - day - word, my practice has always been stronger than the theory, for the - day - the word scroll on the stars, meteorology, black and yellow two ways of the interpretation is a little understood, just the mouth of the fur kung fu, at this moment really to use to explore the acupoint positioning, the heart is really bottomless. But the big words have been put in front, everyone is waiting for me to designate the auspicious position with the sapper shovel in hand, I can't care so much, I have to use the things I have learned in my life, Marik's lair is a peak of the outstanding sky, and it is a different dragon position, this dragon itself has a bad spirit, it is wood, the people who touched the gold at the end of the Qing Dynasty were in order to restrain the dragon, so that the trees in the mountains were destroyed, and the ground was burned with slaked lime to make it difficult to grow an inch of grass here for a hundred years. If you want to take the auspicious position in this place, you have to take the Tianhuang Yangji, that is, the horn and the two stars of the sea are where they are. When you look at it this way, the position of the living eye immediately becomes clear. I measured the length and width of the burial cave, and finally determined the entrance to the Hyakki Pit in the northwest corner of the cocooned with corpses.

The Mask Chief had been leaning against the torch and had been afraid to speak. Seeing that we were going to move the cocoons of the witch doctors of the past, he immediately waved his big hand to stop him, he pulled my sleeve and pleaded continuously, and the bald lady translated: "The old red hair said that the tomb of the witch doctor has been a sacred place for the Cremo people since ancient times, and the witch doctor sacrificed himself to guard the devil's lair here, and if we move the corpse without permission, we will be retaliated by the devil, and the heroic spirits of the witch doctors will not let us go-

Wang Shaoyi slapped the chief's hand away, and said with a tiger face: "Young fucking thief shouting to catch a thief, your witch doctor has horns and holes, and it doesn't look like a good thing." I don't believe that those things buried in the ground can be more like monsters than your witch doctor, where are you going to stay cool, the young pestle is here to delay your young master and I are doing business-

At this time, the fat man and the four eyes had already moved most of the corpse cocoons, and the northwest corner came out of thin air with the boss. Wang Qingzheng was not to be left behind, he also lifted a shrouded corpse, hugged the bottom of the corpse cocoon with both hands and began to move outward, the bald scoop naturally couldn't allow his young master to do rough work, and wanted to step forward to help him. I wanted to go up and give everyone a hand, but I heard Wang Shao suddenly scream, so frightened that I hurriedly raised the flashlight and looked at him, only to see the bald face standing half a meter away from Wang Shao, and the eldest young master of the Wang family was looking at his hands with a frightened face, I took a flashlight, only to see his originally smooth and slender arms, covered with green mildew, like a coin with patina. And the corpse cocoon that he threw on the ground also had a thick layer of green mold growing on the periphery.

The fat man said: "You kid hasn't taken a bath for a few days, why is it moldy?" -

Four Eyes kicked over the corpse cocoon on the ground: "Moldy ideas grew from corpses, and these ones also have-

Wang Shao had never experienced this kind of thing, and he was so anxious that he rubbed and scratched, and he couldn't wait to take off his arm entirely. I pressed his hands and said to the vulture, "Don't stand stupid, alcohol, get the alcohol-

Bald Scoop suddenly realized, hurriedly opened his backpack and took out the small alcohol stove, perhaps because he was too nervous, he didn't even open the liquid bag under the stove after twisting it a few times, and the four eyes snatched him a step, wrapped the stove with a sweat towel and fell, and a large amount of alcohol was directly absorbed by the sweat towel. I grabbed a sweat towel and pressed it on Wang Shao's arm for a while, and wherever the alcohol went, the green mold immediately evaporated, igniting layers of weird blue smoke. Wang Shao bared his teeth and couldn't stop crying out in pain, trying to break free. The bald scoop came up and clasped his shoulders and told me to wipe it quickly. As the alcohol was wiped over and over again, blue smoke kept coming out of Wang Shao's arm, and the green mold the size of a copper coin was quickly wiped clean by me-

I**, surnamed Hu, you want to kill someone! -Wang Shaoyi sat on the ground with his buttocks, holding his arm and gritting his teeth in pain. I saw that although he was in pain, he was fine, so I didn't care about this little rabbit's disrespectful words. Because of the repeated rinsing of alcohol, the skin he had scratched had blood marks, which were red and swollen, which was very terrifying. I'm afraid that a few minutes later, his whole arm will be scratched and hung up.

With trepidation, I picked up the shroud on the outside of the cocoon, which was covered with inches of green hair. The Mask Chief collapsed on the ground in fright, yelling at him to get out of here. The bald lady said, "Even if this thing is not dangerous, it is quite an eyesore to look at." It's better to burn it with a fire-